Hermitage

Find the night is darkest before the dawn Funeral for free will Subsisting alone, outlook unknown Exiled-by-design, in this hermitage - home Hiding away from my people, in isolation, where clarity is mine I can see the coming threat but no one will listen Hermitage Ignored the warnings, the sleeping village Until at last I embraced the void and felt the kiss of emptiness A thousand footsteps carved my path The only road I know It led me out too far I could only watch from the heights The fate of all commands is to fade The fate of man is to fail, in the end